Ronan Arrives To Meet Hung Gary – The Milk Shed – Part 2
Ronan has discovered why his editor has sent him to small-town Nebraska to meet Gary. Before his host takes him to the party at The Milk Shed Ronan needs to spend some time with the guy and find out more.
Excerpt from The Milk Shed – Part 2
He’d stopped at a nice looking place, a place that tried to be clean and neat in a county where most metal was rusting and most paint was peeing. He disappeared for mere moments before returning with our food, placing the paper bag between his legs while we pulled out and continued our journey. I eyed the bag, my stomach rumbling, and that’s when I noticed that he had a tear in his jeans that ran up the inside of his left leg to his crotch. I also noticed that he wasn’t wearing underwear.
He wasn’t quite falling out of his pants, but at least a few folds of his nut sack were exposed against the pale skin of his hairy inner thigh, the pink flesh trapped by the tight frayed denim.
I looked away, but soon looked back again. It’s just one of those things, something you can’t look away from once you notice. It was preferable to fixating on the remains of a meal clinging to my editor’s beard, but not for any reason I could decipher. I suppose it’s just one of those “you mustn’t look” things, the impulse to defy an unspoken rule encourages you to stop and linger. The more rare the sight and the more unexpected, the more likely you are to dwell on it, I suppose.
As the smell of the food filled the cab and we drove another five minutes to his parents’ farm all I could think about was devouring whatever he had in that paper bag, but that slight little exposure was a funny little character trait that I knew I had to mention in the final article.
It’s funny to me that people rarely seem to realize how much little things like that can say about someone. For instance, he had to have known that his dick could fall out of those pants, but he either didn’t care or he enjoyed the prospect of it. Maybe he just wasn’t around anyone who could be offended by such an unexpected exposure? It could be claimed that he was just too poor to be able to afford new jeans, but he wasn’t that at all. He wasn’t some dirty guy incapable of providing for himself, he was clean, but scruffy by choice, masculine more than uncaring and unkempt.
Perhaps it was just about priorities. He wasn’t out to impress anyone. I had the impression that his torn jeans exposing his balls wasn’t the result of laziness or poverty, it was a byproduct of his masculine confidence and a disregard for relatively meaningless concerns.
Strangely, I enjoyed that about him.
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